Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?
Charles D’Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Sometimes love means
wanting to crack open
your skin to find out if I
still have a place inside
of you. I don’t really know
how much longer I can
convince my body that
you are someone worth
waiting for, but it feels like
my bones are snapping
in half every time I think
of leaving. I don’t think I
should give up on you yet.
wtm, let me know if you still want me (via wordscanbeenough)

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They told me to write about water
and I said what the fuck am I supposed to say?

I’ve breathed in flames since it
hurt to become but I thought
how ironic that what could
keep me dead, keeps me alive. Barefoot splinters from
wooden planks, I stood there with nothing on
but skin. I think I was expecting to die,
I think I was hoping to, instead
the salt washed my sins, and set my soul free;
a mermaid without fins - who knew? You can’t
drown me now, I learned how to drown
myself and I’d
rather choke on ocean foam than swim
in strangers’ beds, I’d rather
break my board than break my spine
under the weight of loving someone who isn’t mine.
I used to think snow was pretty until the sun raped my flesh,
the reef bled me dry. The wind
stopped howling evil words in my ear and
whispered stories on how to love myself. I
still don’t know how to swim, I’m barely
floating above the surface. All I know is
I am nothing
out of the ocean and I
lost myself at sea. Don’t find me,
don’t try to find me. I’m not afraid
of drowning, I’m not afraid of wiping out.
Not anymore. The sea monsters are my friends,
there is a freshness to be found
when I escape to breathe out of whitewater,
the same element electrifying my bloodstream
slapping me awake from this stoic reverie called
human existence, societal routine. Give me
a shot of adrenaline, a dose of liquid summer. We are
high on the drugs of life and my GOD
does it feel good to be addicted. May the
ocean meet the sky to remind me
I am alive, alive, ALIVE,
then maybe I’ll come crawling back to shore
after one last wave. One more. Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.

They told me to write about water
and I said, well, what the fuck else is there to say?

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | How Surfing Saved My Life (via surfandwrite)

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you’re still my person, even if i’m not yours.
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trickstersmakethisworld:

Scandinavian Folklore  She goes by many names, the most popular being Huldra, Skogsrå or The Lady of the Forest. Her name derives from a root meaning “covered” or “secret”. The huldra is a stunningly beautiful, sometimes naked woman with long hair; though from behind she is hollow like an old tree trunk, and has an animal’s tail. She is the watcher of the forest and all of its creatures, and will not be kind to those who are cruel to her subjects.

Tales of huldra tell of her using her beautiful appearance and seductive charm to lure young men back to her cave, or subterranean home, where they may be kept a slaves, lovers, or worse - depending on the tale. Sometimes the humans are released, but are cursed with the constant temptation to return to their captor. Other tales describe them getting married to humans, losing their tails, and becoming human themselves - but retaining their magic.

Some huldra are inherently deceptive, and evil, but many respond to the treatment they receive. If treated kindly, they have been known to use their magic to help humans, and solve their problems. If treated unkindly, they can be hateful, and vengeful.

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babeeface:

*the new theme Looks Good ;-)  ❤️

babeeface:

*the new theme Looks Good ;-)  ❤️

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suchafaff:

Wearing the Cristina bra hand made by myself.

suchafaff:

Wearing the Cristina bra hand made by myself.

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a-state-of-bliss:

Numero June 2003 - Daria Werbowy by Greg Kadel

a-state-of-bliss:

Numero June 2003 - Daria Werbowy by Greg Kadel

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